Usually, I try to keep Flash Poetry in poem format, but this one inspired more or a flash short narrative instead. I've always loved the moon, and celestial bodies all around. However, I still followed the same rules; I incorporated the 8 words provided for the theme within the piece.
- crescent
- sphere
- orb
- silver
- tide
- wane
- lunar
- Apollo
Do you ever find it interesting how NASA chose Apollo, for the name of their moon landing mission? Apollo, the Greek sun-god? Why not his twin sister, Artemis, the goddess of the moon? I guess Apollo has a more...manly touch.
I've always found space to be mysterious, and beautiful, filled with endless unknowns. With the moon being the closest celestial body to us, it makes sense we are most obsessed with it, at least until we discovered water on Mars. The ivory sphere that provides us with light during the darkest nights, has always been the muse for poets and storytellers alike. It somehow embodies both energies of danger and salvation depending on who tells the story.
It's been thought to influence the supernatural, it's silver light, filled with powers we couldn't begin to understand. Civilizations even tracked the lunar phases as part of their calendar to make predictions of the future, and even plan religious rituals. Whether the moon is waxing or waning, crescent or full, new or blue, there is a beauty in its ever-changing shape. Almost every culture has the moon as a female identity that is gentle and loving. Curious right?
What must have seemed like magic to ancient eyes, is so easily explained by science today. How can an orb simply hang in the sky and not fall to the ground? Much less, move across the sky and disappear when the sun rises, but be present when the sun sets?
Even with science though, it boggles my mind how the gravity between the moon and the Earth affects our water and tides, pulling them just by existing. Did you know the tide does not move in and out? It is us that moves into the tide. The moon pulls the water into a bulge, and as we rotate away from the moon facing side, the gravity lessens and the water falls back in place. My mind is blown.
Imagine all the things we are still to discover and learn about this mystical celestial form. Even to this day, there is magic and mystery surrounding the moon. What will future generations and future civilizations consider common knowledge about our space companion? Is there anything we consider fact now that in their eyes will be how we see ancient civilizations and their views on the moon? The thought gives me shivers but from excitement.
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